The sky gives signs, nature speaks to us. We are tired but we do not accept it, we cry alone... We are the poetry of the ended war, the future of a frozen woman. We are insects with antennas but without wings... We are everything the earth wants but at the same time we are nothing.

The only reality that transforms is in the clouds

I vomited my soul and barked like an orange dog then looked at my hands and they started to fly like a dove